Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.